The Spirit of Truth

You are the memory of an eternal tree.

Do not imagine it there on the vaults of this world,
but fall here like a grain in autumn
and a tree will sprout.

You are a born abyss,
floating above abysses.

Do not let temptation lead you
among the heroes
into a foreign abyss without a name,
so that your abyss does not open up;
but take your own abyss onto yourself
so that it can get a name.

And if someone calls you like a bird,
you will fly
with the wings of the abyss of your eternity.

You are a child of magnetism,
like a clock wound in time.

But your time is running out
into the world of magnetic fields
of actualized magnetism.

Give up your time
and step down
and you will walk in peace.

It is not enough to live in the spirit of human,
let alone in the spirit of carnival,
because even if you are leaving as a human,
you will leave as a carnival mask.

And where will you be
when the eyes start to see
if you haven’t found yourself in anything?

Are you going to see
or will you be seen running away from the eyes,
even if you are only human?!

The paradox is coming
and goes deeper into you
day by day.

But you yourself are becoming
the mathematical measure of paradox.

As much as you exist,
you actually do not exist,
and you feel it through helplessness.
But as much as you do not exist,
you actually exist
and you feel it through your strength.

For there is only one infinite power,
the power of helplessness,
if you have taken it upon yourself in silence.

But this entire world
is only an asymmetric abstraction,
as if you would measure a mirage
and in it measure
your existence of your own absurdity.

Many will bloom on Easter,
but resurrection is a frost
and only those who do not exist
will be resurrected.

Do not be afraid of your own helplessness,
for your helplessness gives eyes to your eyes
that overcome even the greatest savage,
when they see only what they see,
and every story ends.